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Discoveries	By : vinsmouse Category: G through L > Hardy Boys Series Views: 2987 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own The Hardy Boys, not making any money, just cheap thrills.

Chapter List
- 1-Discoveries
- 2-Two
- 3-three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-Seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
- 17
- 18
Disclaimer: I don't own the Hardy Boys, not making any money, just cheap thrills.
Warnings: Angst, Slash, Violence, Character death
Rating: FRT
Discoveries
Chapter 18
Vanessa picked up the phone for the fifth time in an hour. In the days since her conversation with Biff, doubt had begun to creep in. Was she doing the right thing in keeping silent? She knew that Biff meant well and of course he had promised to keep Joe's secret, but what if this situation was more than he could handle on his own? Was it really a good idea to keep Joe's problem from his family? Should she leave his safety in the hands of a boy she had always known to be rash and impetuous? Shaking her head, she finally decided that she couldn't keep quiet. If Joe hated her for revealing his secret, then so be it. Mind made up she dialed the phone.
Frank jumped, the ringing phone taking him by surprise. Hoping everything was okay with Joe, he quickly picked up the phone, certain that any call at this late hour couldn't be good news. "Hardy residence," he greeted the caller.
"Frank?" Vanessa timidly asked. Once again uncertainty reared within her, causing her to question her decision.
It took him a moment to place the familiar voice. He groaned inwardly when he realized who it was. "Hi Vanessa, what's up?" he asked, hoping he sounded casual. He really wasn't looking forward to telling the girl about the changes in Joe's life.
"Um," Vanessa hesitated. She hadn't really considered how to start this conversation and now that she was faced with it, she was at a loss as to how to continue.
Frank frowned, "Is everything okay Nessa?"
She nearly broke down at the familiar nickname. "No Frank it's not. I need to tell you something and I'm not sure how, so could you just listen and not interrupt?"
"Okay, go on," he encouraged the obviously upset girl. Frank listened with growing anger as Vanessa hesitantly related her tale. By the time she reached the end of the story, he was fuming. "That son of a bitch!" he cursed.
Vanessa nearly dropped the phone, shocked by the uncharacteristic language being used by the elder Hardy brother. She couldn't really blame him, after all it isn't everyday you are told your brother is in an abusive relationship.
"Vanessa I appreciate you telling me this and your willingness to help Joe, but, honey, Biff lied to you," Frank informed her, as gently as he could.
"Lied to me?" she asked in surprise. Frowning, she wondered if she wanted to know. "What's happening there Frank?" she finally inquired, curiosity winning out.
It was Frank's turn to be hesitant. He hated to tell Vanessa the truth, he knew it would probably hurt and anger her on several levels. The fact that Biff had used her to get to Joe would be the least of it. "You don't have to worry about Biff finding him though, none of us are going to the safe house so there isn't anybody for him to follow." He knew his brother would want him to assure the girl he had once loved that she hadn't endangered him in any way. Truthfully, he needed Vanessa to understand as well. It wasn't her fault that she had been duped. Biff had told a very convincing story, one that led her to believe she was honestly helping Joe.
Vanessa was so angry it felt as if her blood had turned to ice. Had Biff Hooper stood in front of her at that moment she would have gladly skinned him alive. If it were within her power, he would suffer twice the pain he had caused for Joe. "I'm so sorry Frank, I had no idea," she apologized, her voice thick with unshed tears.
"It isn't your fault Nessa," Frank assured her. "Actually I think you're a pretty amazing girl," he truthfully told her.
"Yeah, amazingly naive," she sarcastically bit out.
"Amazingly beautiful, inside and out. I know you loved Joe and he loved you, but how many girls would be willing to help their former love escape from an abusive homosexual relationship? Most girls would probably be angry that their ex-boyfriend was now seeing a man."
"Well it was a shock," Vanessa admitted. She was embarrassed by the way Frank was going on, as if she had done something extraordinary.
"I'm sure it was," Frank acknowledged. "You didn't let that stop you from wanting to help him, did you?"
"No."
"So, you won't be beating yourself up for letting Biff fool you?" Frank asked in a serious tone.
Vanessa swallowed hard. "I'll try not to," she said; it was the best she could offer.
"Good enough," Frank smiled. "You've helped too."
"I have?" She didn't see how she had helped.
"Now that we know about the tracker, we can set a trap for Biff. Hopefully, when faced with new charges the D.A. will be able to convince him to take a plea deal. I know Joe is determined to testify against him, but it'd be a lot easier on him if he didn't have to."
"You're right," Vanessa agreed. "It would hurt Joe so much to be forced to tell strangers what Biff did to him. After everything he's been through, I'm not sure he could stand up under the strain."
"That's what worries me too," Frank whispered. "It worries my parents as well, though they haven't said anything to me. I can see it in their eyes when they think nobody's looking."
"Is there anything I can do to help?" Vanessa quietly offered.
Frank smiled, somehow he wasn't surprised by the offer. "You already have Nessa, thank you."
Vanessa nodded, forgetting for a moment that Frank couldn't see her. "Will you tell Joe I'm happy he found somebody to love?"
"Of course I will," Frank quickly agreed. "I know he'll be glad to hear that you're happy for him."
Vanessa smiled sadly. She was genuinely happy for Joe, but a part of her couldn't help feeling sad for the loss of what might have been. "Thank you Frank. Good-bye." Without another word she hung up the phone, afraid that if she remained on the line she would lose all control, embarrassing them both.
Frank looked in his rear-view mirror, though he didn't know what he thought he would see. He knew Biff had a tracker on the van, so there would be no need for him to follow closely. Nevertheless, his eyes continually strayed to the mirror, as if he would be able to spot him. He hoped their plan worked, Joe needed this nightmare to be over with so he could get on with healing. "It'll work, it's a good plan," he told himself for the hundredth time.
When he had told his father about the call from Vanessa, the older man had been livid. For a minute, Frank had actually been afraid that Fenton would give himself a stroke, he was that angry. Luckily the eldest of the Hardy men had years of experience at reining in his own formidable temper. After he had calmed down enough to talk, the two of them had hashed out the particulars of a plan that would hopefully guarantee Biff's long stay in prison, without the need for a trial.
It had taken a few days to get everything together. The first step, and the one they'd feared would be the hardest, had been convincing Chief Collig to go along with the plan. Surprising them both, Collig had agreed to the plan almost before they had finished presenting it to him. In fact, Frank admitted ruefully, the chief was almost gleeful in his acceptance of the plan. Even with the chief on board, it still took time to set up the trap that would, they hoped, bring an end to this drama.
With help from the same young officer who had posed as Joe before, they had set up a safe house for Biff's benefit. The plan was really very simple. Frank would drive to the safe house, ostensibly to drop off supplies for Joe and Dale. Carrying a bag of groceries, he would walk into the house, taking care to look for signs of anybody watching him. Once inside, he would exchange jackets with Phil Cohen. Close to the same size, from a distance it would be hard for Biff to tell the difference. Frank had argued long and hard with his father and the chief before they allowed him to stay. Finally they had given in when they realized that they were never going to succeed in convincing Frank to stay behind. After Phil left, Joe and Dale would move to the living room, taking up residence on the couch as if they hadn't a care in the world.
They didn't know exactly what Biff would do, once inside the house, but they suspected he would attack Dale. They, of course, had no intentions of allowing him to carry out the attack. The attempt would be enough to bring further charges, which would, hopefully, lead to a plea deal.
Unfortunately they underestimated Biff's patience. Frank, his father and the decoy officers waited for several hours for Biff to make a move. Finally they decided he wasn't going to try anything tonight. He probably wanted to wait until tomorrow, give himself a chance to check the place out before he made his move, they theorized. Still, they didn't know if he might be watching and with that in mind, the decoys turned off the living room light, and made their way upstairs. Taking advantage of the darkness, the Hardy's slipped into the guest room, where they would be out of sight if Biff were watching the house.
An hour later, Biff finally slipped inside the front door, using skills he'd learned from the Hardy's to gain entrance. Creeping stealthily, he slowly moved up the stairs towards the room in which his love lay. He'd show them. They couldn't keep Joe from him. They belonged together, soon Joe would see that for himself.
The first thing he noticed when he stepped into the bedroom, was the presence of two beds, each with a single occupant. He smiled, Joe knew he didn't belong with Dale. It was the only explanation for why they wouldn't be sharing a bed. Moving quietly, he made his way to the bedside of his love, kneeling next to the bed. "I'll make you so happy Joe," he whispered. Pulling a syringe from his pocket he continued to talk, telling the man in the bed of his plans for him, as he prepared to dose him with a powerful sedative. He hated to knock him out, but even if Joe wasn't sharing a bed with Dale, he couldn't take the chance that he might resist leaving with him.
Officer Clark had heard enough, as Hooper picked up his arm, he suddenly came to life. "Bayport police, you're under arrest," he firmly informed the young man, flipping on the bedside table as he sat up. He wasn't really surprised when Biff shoved him away and tried to run.
He didn't get far, Officer Lewis, the other man in the room grabbed the stocky blond from behind, throwing him against the wall and grabbing his wrist. What happened next, neither man was completely sure of. One minute Lewis had Hooper pinned, the next the officer was on the floor with a furious Biff Hooper standing over him, the officer's own gun in his hand.
The door to the bedroom suddenly flew open, and two voices rang out warning Hooper to drop his gun. The boy turned, firing his gun towards the figure at the door. The shot was quickly followed by two more, each from a different direction. It would be a few days before they determined whose bullet had ended Biff's life, Fenton Hardy's or Officer Clark's. For now, it was enough to know that the young man who had terrorized his former friend would never be able to hurt him again.
It had been two month since Biff's death. With his death, Joe was able to start focusing on healing, just as Frank had predicted. It hadn't been easy to convince him to talk to a counselor. Joe had always been action oriented, talking wasn't as easy for him, especially talking to a stranger. Dale had finally suggested that they go together, after all they both had issues to deal with, thanks to Biff. Knowing that he would have his lover to lean on, Joe finally agreed to see a counselor. It had been slow going at first, very little progress being made due to the blond's inability to discuss what Biff had done to him.
The turning point had come when he finally admitted that he could barely say the word rape to himself, let alone to anybody else. It was hard to say who was more surprised. Dale, discovering that Joe thought he had been raped, or Joe upon discovering he hadn't been. From that moment on, the younger man made great strides in his recovery. Learning that his former friend had failed to steal the joy of his first time from him, had been the key to Joe's healing.
Both Dale and Joe had made progress in dealing with their inner demons. Enough progress, that Joe had decided that he was ready to take the next step in his relationship with the slightly older man. Humming to himself, he lit the candles on the table and turned off the lights. Asking his brother to call him when Dale left the house, where he was now working as an apprentice to their father, Joe knew his lover would soon be home.
Joe had ordered their favorite meals from a local steakhouse, which were being kept warm in the oven. Candles on the table, soft music playing in the background and fresh sheets on the bed completed his plans for seduction. Dale had been wonderful, and determined that he wouldn't rush Joe. Frustratingly determined, in fact, but Joe was equally determined that tonight he would make love to the man he had given his heart to.
Dale was surprised and disappointed to see the apartment dark, he'd been sure Joe would be here. Sighing in resignation he unlocked the door and stepped inside. He froze, a smile forming on his handsome face. Moving into the dining nook, his smile grew at the sight of Joe, his face lit by soft candlelight. "This for me gorgeous?" he asked, his voice husky.
"Nope," Joe shook his head, closing the distance between them. "It's for us," he whispered, claiming his lover's lips in a soft kiss, filled with promises of what was to come.
"Joe?" Dale asked.
"I want you Dale, please don't turn me away."
"Are you sure?"
Joe smiled, wrapping his arms around Dale's neck. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life."
"So, the candlelight?"
"I ordered us steak dinners from O'Malley's, thought we could have a nice romantic dinner."
"Yeah?" Dale smiled. "So what's for dessert?"
Joe grinned, "Me of course."
Dale gave a low growl, covering Joe's lips in a passionate kiss. "Dessert first," he decided, scooping Joe up in his arms.
"What about the steaks? They'll get dried out," Joe pointed out. The answering grin he received took his breath away. "We'll order pizza," he smirked. Leaning his head against Dale's shoulder, he sighed with contentment as his lover carried him from the room.
The End
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